I prefer the original song but her remark of the song is still beautiful<3

When you’re dead and buried with a smile painted on your face
Your eulogy like poetry, flowers overwhelming the wake
Where I’m sure as in your life there will be beautiful women there in your death
Crying out they swear they will love you until their very own last dying breath

‘Cause you just have this way of charming those
Who catch your eye like shiny things
With a face made for daytime TV shows
You’re a nightmare disguised as a good dream

When she wants a garden, you give her a rose
Just the taste of something you could give her but you won’t
When she wants a garden, you give her a rose
And you know it

But you just have your ways, what with all of those
Grotesque displays of love you show
Ripped from pages of books, every word which you know
And recite back to them as if they were your own

I feel sorry for them, because how could they know?
’Til they’ve died by your hands, ’til they’ve felt the cold
Cut of your sharp tongue with your delusions of grandeur
yea you give nothing and think it too much

And when she wants a garden, you give her a rose
And I’ll bet you have to hide your grin as you watch it die in her arms
When she wants a garden, you give her a rose

When you’ve dearly departed
There will be all those broken hearted
But I’ll have a smile painted on my face
There’s a spot in the grass waiting for you at Whispering Glades
And Hollywood suits you, darling, I think you should stay

Whispering Glades

Je Voudrais Être Un Oiseau

Nicole Dollanganger - Lemonade

you’re so cool you’re so cool
walking down the hall
wild eyes they are black
like the magic 8 ball
you got guns for trophies
mounted up like animal heads
with the skulls of all the
high school champs you keep
in rows above the bed, you told me

“when i’m good, i’m very good
but when i’m bad, i’m better”
i'm yours forever, i'm yours forever 

you’re so cool you’re so cool
i’ll bet when you were born
all the orange crush & ne-hi soda
bottles in the world fizzed over
they wanna break yr heart
but it’s made of blood & tar
you carry all that suffering
like a gun between your arms
you told me:

“when i’m good, i’m very good
but when i’m bad, i’m better”
i'm yours forever, i'm yours forever

& i see the future and there’s no death
cuz you and i we’re angels

You're So Cool

my bedroom smells like rotten food
and i guess so do i
it’s harder to be good in here
than it is to starve and die

i’d give my body to satan
if i could only keep my soul
but i can’t seem to find the split
between them anymore

my hair is falling out again
and i don’t really care
i try to stir my conscience
it was never really there

your fingers up inside of me
feel like fingers down my throat
everything is fine in heaven
but i’ll never get to know

make sacrifice in bathtubs
and stained bed covers
soak all of my clothes in holy water
and drown them like a crying son
drown them like a crying daughter
praying in the night to the angels of porn
nails in their wrists, knees on the floor
great lakes full of cum extracted from everyone

Angels Of Porn (II)

born a cop in uniform in black vinyl gloves
i don’t hate you for your steel-toed boots
or your handcuffs
you are the way you always were
you like your cruel games
but i am not so quick to break
i count my gain in blood & pain

i like it when it hurts like hell
there’s nothing you can do to me
i wouldn’t do to myself
i’ll be bound to you in leather & chains
i’ll be your sister your young bride
your daughter your slave

Lemonade - Nicole Dollanganger

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